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murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death the howls from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the camouflage our dance.
death the red from romance.
Death the angels of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.
When cecilia's grave cracked like a cacoon,
she pulled up a at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano mumbling jigs,
widows knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's throat like a second set of lips
she drooled braille bibles the brothel bed spread,
like an egg whose defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the flesh and spits out the like a useless wishbone.)
But that spinning around her neck,
whose hearth a dead valentine,
you know the phantom leads way to a muted grave.
Where is his voice
A tone in the flutter of drunken wings,
Where is his cheek now,
A face unraveled in shadow, in blind laughter.
Where are those sex lips,
his kiss still warm on several necks.
Where is now?

murder = out.
cancer = blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
= water saint.
Death decodes the howls our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
= loves fate.
death distills the from our dance.
inverts the red from romance.
Death x-rays the of chance.
death; the mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding the digital Avalanche.